No, I don't have a cat. Today and today only, I have a dachshund, as Her Petite Majesty from down the street is spending the day with me while her mommy & daddy go visit his mommy & daddy. Doggie day care. My dearest savant_da_rat came home at lunchtime to make snausages for us. She now snores at my feet.

I just finished How The Irish Saved Civilization: ( Read more... )

From Podictionary today:

In the generation after Shakespeare there lived a man named Robert Herrick. He was a goldsmith and a clergyman but is remembered as a poet. One of his pieces is entitled Delight in Disorder and a few lines therein run:
A sweet disorder in the dress ( Read more... )

I'm not participating in NaNoPoMo, though Ka-Crow is, yay for all of us who get to watch.

My dear flister leejean posted this piece by Raymond Carver:

LATE FRAGMENT

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

'Nuff said.

In the interest of encouraging the poets on my flist, I report that jehannamama has a friend ozarque who got her poem Bordo Crossing published, go see.

It put me in mind of The Eyes of Lucy Jordan, which I love. Small excerpt from Bordo Crossing

Peter, Peter, Potato-Chip Eater,
had a wife and couldn't keep her,
put her in a mortgaged shell
and there he kept her.

I SAID:

Hey, flisters, Copperwise wrote a poem about Rossetti, go see.

(Thank you, Nettle.)